I can’t remember the last time I got myself in this much trouble.
Its been, at the very least, a couple of years.
I walk around with her name always on the tip of my tongue.
And her laughter ringing loud in my ears.
I dont know if I’ve ever been pointed this far downward.
Like a dog without a bone and without a clue.
I'm no stranger to misreading, but I’ve got the strangest feeling that she feels the same things, too

Shes hold the torch like a guiding light
So high into the sky in the night.
I dont know if I should flee, or if I should fight.
But ill surely die if I can make her mine.
See the tents will go up, and the band too
And a young girl in blue sits in her dancing shoes.
But I’m stuck in new york, pulling a cork, singing lady liberties blues

Lady liberties blues.
Lady liberties blues.
Lady liberties blues.
I guess I was about 22 when I gave up on being jealous
But lately I’ve been feeling just like a kid.
I’m sick of always knowing just where shes always going.
Where shes been.
What shes doing.
What she did.
Shes holding the torch like a guiding light.
So high into the sky in the night.
I dont know if I should flee, or if I should fight.
But I surely die if I can make her mine.
See the tents will go up, and the band too
And a young girl in blue sits in her dancing shoes.
But I’m stuck in new york, pulling a cork, singing lady liberties blues

And it wouldnt be so bad.
It wouldnt be so sad.
If shed stayed just out of my reach.
And it wouldnt hurt so bad.
I wouldnt yearn so bad.
If she just stayed stayed out of my trees.
Sometimes you got something desperate and the only way you can share it
Is to walk into the middle of the street and scream it out loud.
If I did that id break all the windows clean from here to fort greene park

And through the night you’d hear those car alarms screaming out.
Shes holding the torch like a guiding light
So high into the sky in the night.
I dont know if I should flee, or if I should fight.
But I surely die if I can make her mine.
See the tents will go up, and the band too

And a young girl in blue sits in her dancing shoes.
But I’m stuck in new york, pulling a cord, singing lady liberties blues.
Stuck in new york, pulling a cork, singing lady liberties blues.
Lady liberties blues.
Lady liberties blues.
Lady liberties blues.